At the bar
Wow. WTF? A place like this was down the street? And what kinda place was this exactly? How did these people know how vampires and Victorian outcasts, opium renegades, absinthe chasers and witch hunters dressed in the Big Bang Wish I Was There Era? As he googled this interesting fascination of fashion on his iPhone he came upon a picture of some hypnotically creamy white brunette in a lace-back corset, hah, he thought to himself, no one here's gunna look like that. And then, like a fallen absinthe chasing, witch hunting, opium renegading Victorian outcast, his vampiric mind's eye's love toy just so happened to resemble the bartender.
... score.
Vince strode through toward the bar as if he owned the entire building, slapped the bar top and announced. "Hello, boys!" to the two men already seated there. "Time to make them regret giving out free drinks? Oh yes. I think so." he pretended to talk into the collar of his white, crisp dress shirt. "Yes, drink until you can't feel feelings anymore, copy that."